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The British traded with Major Murfree,
a galling fire the redcoats did see,
while Wayne waded through the deep swampland,
at the front a corps of axemen did walk,
to cut down abbatis that might still block,
the slogging pace of Wayne’s fine, picked men.

Crossed the marshes, ‘cross the strand,
to where the recoats awaited,
then charged up behind their first line,
it was not anticipated,
British guns were quickly raided,
they stormed up Stony Point.

In the fight a ball hit General Wayne,
skimmed his skull, but did not reach his brains,
he fell down, unconscious on that great night.
But his men pushed on and proved their worth,
soon joined by Butler’s men from the north,
redcoats were forced to give up the fight.

British troops then trapped of all side,
Major Johnston, their commander
ordered them to lay down their arms,
to the patriots surrender,
a defeat they’d long remember,
they had lost Stony Point.

Washington arrived after two days,
on Stony Point, surveyed the terrain,
amazed that on such ground his troops has won.
Clinton’s plan was unraveled and dashed,
no great fight would happen at long last,
his plans in the north were not quite done.

Anthony Wayne was know to say
in his report on the frenzy,
that his men had fought on like those
‘who are determined to be free.’
in darkness they made their foes bleed,
when they took Stony Point.

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